Wisdom and the purity of youth radiate and burn behind the dark gaze;

distant yet piercing, the eyes forever to burn in your memory.

And the music is like a feather from the wings of the soul.

There was a time when it surged through me like

electricity.

My soul was on fire.

The Wolf, the Jaguar, the Serpent,

the Witch, the Shaman, the Shapeshifter.

What kind of creature was made on that day?

And if I die this night I have no fear, as I know you will

catch me in your arms and I will be Home.

Walk softly in my presence, for I am bruised.

I need you to understand and accept me as I am.

You will never escape me, you are mine eternal.
Come burn in the soft fire, I am the pleasure you desire.
There is no other in this world or any other.
Give me your life, your blood.
I am the wolf, I am the one you want.